Wednesday, April 20, 2011

It'll Never Be The Same

I've never been so wrong. I've never felt so bad. I am so fucking sorry.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Drowning.

I'm praying that I'm sick, because then it's possible to be cured.

Tomorrow, Today will be Yesterday.

Today we have higher buildings and wider highways, but shorter temperments and narrower points of view.
We spend more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses, but smaller families. We have more compromises, but less time. We have more knowledge, but less judgement. We have more medicines, but less health.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk much, we love only a little, and we hate too much.
We reached the moon and came back, but we find it troublesome to cross our own street and meet our neighbors. We have conquered the outer space, but not our inner space.
We have higher income, but less morals… These are times with more liberty, but less joy… With much more food, but less nutrition…
These are days in which two salaries come home, but divorces increase. These are times of finer houses, but more broken homes.
That’s why I propose that as of today -- You do not keep anything for a special occasion, because every day that you live is a special occasion. Search for knowledge, read more, sit on your front porch and admire the view without paying attention to the needs. Pass more time with your family, eat your favorite food, visit the place you love. Life is a chain of moments of enjoyment; it isn’t only survival.
Use your crystal goblets. Do not save your best perfume… wear it until it's gone! Take out from your vocabulary phrases like, “one of these days” and “someday”. Write that letter that you were going to get around to “one of these days”.
Tell everyone important in your life how much you love them. Never pass up a chance at adding laughter and joy to your life. Every day, hour, and minute are special… Don't let them waste away.

I didn't write this, but I wanted to have some record of it.

Saturday, April 02, 2011

Lost

I've lost touch with my voice. My thoughts no longer weave themselves into words. So this is what I'm left with. I've now put my faith into my hands. I'm not much of an artist, but I'm taking the chance and submitting to this new desire in hopes that it will be able to tell the story from here.


"Still"


"Source of Light"